French Class
"Une crêpe avec beurre, sucre, cannelle s'il vous plaît?" This was my number one phrase, grammatically correct or not, used almost daily on my most recent French fling. Actually, I shouldn’t say fling. It trivialises my love. France and I are wholly engaged in a full-blown love affair. Our love is one that lingers long after we physically part. It lives on, day after day, in a spiritual sense, ignited by movies, photographs, memories and food. Oh, the food…
Ben and I will likely visit Paris at some point on our Honeymoon. So I find it prudent to keep practicing my favourite French phrase. And eat as many crepes as I can. Just for practice, you know? "Une crêpe avec beurre, sucre, cannelle s'il vous plaît?" Oui…
